You had your eyes on,
a faded horizon,
and couldn't wait to leave,
our sleepy little town.
So now its the end,
of this beautiful scene.
And I don't quite know,
how to say goodbye,
to a boys who's been gone,
and moved on,
down to the county line,
and out of my view.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PoetryJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
